False Idols
 作词 : Mike Dean/Suzanna Son/Abel Tesfaye/Dominique Jones
 作曲 : Mike Dean/Suzanna Son/Abel Tesfaye/Dominique Jones
 Be careful with who you call a God
 I can't go without my pole and my rod
 Sip the cup and then I nod
 Made a hundred million, must be good at my job
 I done made it out the land of the brave
 I can tell you, shake my aunt, daddy's fate
 Free the guys, the ones who never made a stage
 Slidin' with a Drac', I made it home safe
 Baseball numbers on all of my contracts
 Big and them buddies, hey all on my contacts
 I get you hit on GP, they grow nothin' back
 Made twenty million last month, tryna run it back (Run it back)
 Watch us over like a God
 It goes down, I'm the onе they gon' blame
 Gotta leavе with my sole that I came
 I know it look lit when I'm rockin' these chains
 But I went through a lot for this money and fame
 (This money and fame, this money and fame)
 For this money and fame
 I did a lot to get here, no comment
 I put a lot in my ear, both of 'em
 The Rari is fast as it gets, hold on
 I'm 'bout to take her up with me
 I don't wanna beef with you niggas
 My beef with the system
 Big bro [?] if he's hazy
 I talk to him daily, I told him he still comin' home
 I just hope he don't think I'm just sayin' shit
 When money keeps comin', the feelin' is great
 I pay eight figure taxes, no more section eight
 I was workin' my wrist tryna see what it take
 Made a thirty, blew sixty, the feeling's amazing
 Now I can charge by the hour, sixty minutes
 Say they pay me a minute, that's crazy
 My diamonds really be shinin', no shade
 I'm goin' all in, no stoppin', okay

 Watch us over like a God
 Makes you hurt again
 So you can heal and faith and-
 We will change for you
 We will die for you, ah-huh (Yeah-yeah)

 Be careful who you call God
 L.A filled with fake prophecies
 They hate it when you get on top
 Magazines tarnish legacies
 Can you tell me how much did it cost?
 A hundred mill' ain't a stretch for me
 Packin' stadiums 'cause I'm a star
 Moms can't buy box seats
 If you ain't down, you an enemy
 I got followers that'll kill for me
 And they linin' up like a DMV
 With the finest girls that you've ever seen
 She from California, she's so realigned
 Diet Coke with the coke diet
 She ride my face with my stash watch
 She got Chrome Hearts on with the black attire
 My niggas roll with the chrome and the heavy metal
 Talkin' guns, no roses, it ain't Coachella
 I'm a good fella, I'm a good fella
 Johnny Depp with the blow, I'm a good fella
 I'm in paradise, I'm in paradise
 But these false idols got me terrified
 I'm so terrified, I'm so terrified
 Life is war in the face of God
 We still walkin' when the cameras off
 She a fairytale, she a superstar
 Even down to the way that she breakin' hearts
 She ain't actin', I'm not an actor
 Cause reality's, what I'm after
 Real emotions, I'm tryna capture
 Suck my soul up, like the rapture
 Don't remember my last line, man I cut up these lines
 Rumors that you heard about me is right
 Even startin' to believin' all they lies
 Even startin' to believin' all they lies
 So terrified in this paradise
 I'm so terrified, oh

 Watch us over like a God (Oh-oh, oh)
 Makes you hurt again
 So you can heal and faith and-
 We will change for you
 We will die for you, ah-huh

 Ooh-ooh
 Ooh-ooh
 Ooh-ooh

 And make us come his way
 Ooh, ooh-oh
 Ooh, like a God in the sky watchin' over you
 Would you hide in his hands and be brand new?
 Like a God
 Like a God